Singer: Alexander Rosenbaum. Page 6

July heat, it melted the asphalt.
And in the parks of the city in the morning pereyslav.
Downstream light skiff lazily driven two oars.
Alleys suddenly became narrow, do not count strollers number.

The day exhausted anger
Sleeping on pink pillow,
My foot and leg
Perched the indifference.
Fingers knocking longing
For deaf piano cover.
Vein blue temple
Beating, but not hear it.
In this lonely room
Bid farewell to the life we have with you.

How is it that people sometimes
So constantly pleased with himself,
They forget about the sorrows of others.
Many of them are living,
But somehow blind and deaf,
Each other others.

Come on, man, I'm alone again,
As always, with everyone and anyone.
And though the heart seems to be in the chest,
Skin tears I vein on his temple.

The king becomes the fool, if he was loved.

The sun is also, Wei, sits at the end of the day
But it's still born.
Sorry that is not an example of me.